Trash-Talking. There's a Correct Way to Do It.

My greatest achievement in this thing called life was watching a girl's softball game in the 10th grade, and so relentlessly taunting the visiting team's second baseman that in the middle of an inning she suddenly burst into tears and ran off the field and onto her team's bus, refusing to come back out to play.

But at least I wasn't racist about it.  I mean, camon. Have some class, bro.